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Could It Be That There Were Other Things More Desirable Than Cold Logic And Undefiled Brain Power?

I Loved Her. I Still Love Her, Though I Curse Her In My Sleep, So Nearly One Are Love And Hate, The Two Most Powerful And Devasting Emotions That Control Man, Nations, Life.

I Got This Story From Someone Who Had No Business In The Telling Of It.

It Is A Characteristic Of The Weak And Criminal To Attribute To Others The Misfortunes That Are The Result Of Their Own Wickedness.

I Had This Story From One Who Had No Business To Tell It To Me, Or To Any Other. I May Credit The Seductive Influence Of An Old Vintage Upon The Narrator For The Beginning Of It, And My Own Skeptical Incredulity During The Days That Followed For The Balance Of The Strange Tale.